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Name: Talhar Ymir
Age: 20
Appearance Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Height: 6 feet 3
Eye Color: Darkbordeaux red, bordering on brown
Hair Color: Ravenblack
My soul is bound with: Vive Oreson
The symbol on my body?: The same as Vive Oreson's, dots of variating sizes that are aligned on a curve. The symbol curves around his left eye and towards the side of his face, above his ear. That's one of the two reasons why almost half of his face is bandaged.

Bio:

Born into a wealthy family, Talhar never knew famine or poverty 'till he hit puberty. He was constantly shielded from the 'horrors of the world' but once he broke free of those golden shackles and set foot in the real world he saw the world for what it truly was. A hard place filled with trials and tribulations and how a man is shaped by the way he deals with those issues. Talhar realized this after his short escapade and decided to leave his small, untainted world and live life the way it is meant to be lived.

At first he thought he was doing the right thing, but it didn't take very long for him to realize he had left more than just accomodations behind. He had left his childhood behind, for living on your own in the harsh world without knowing anything other than how to be pampered was a cruel and cold experience. After getting kicked out from yet another job he got mingled with the wrong type of peope; Hoodlums, burglars, junkies and worse. He was still a greenhorn and as such easily influenced. After being betrayed and robbed blind by his so-called friends he had given up all hope. Cursing the day he left his warm and cozy home he sat there, under a bridge, sheltered from the rain. It was at that very moment a traveller came by, heavily burdened by his backpack he rested under the bridge. Talhar glared at the man, while the man simply looed bac with pity in his eyes. Talhar was too tired to notice but that feeling flew right out the window as he saw the man conjure fire in-between his hands. Interests were sparked and long story short, Talhar entered the man's care as an apprentice. That is the real beginning of Talhar Ymir's life.

After years and years of working and studying hard he had, at long last, learned the basics of Wind Elemental Magic and 1handed sword combat. It had turned out the man was a rebel who survived an ambush that eradicated his entire encampment. While the man was certainly gifted, Talhar could see that age affects all, his magic became weaker and the grip on his sword became loose. So, after learning and training enough to survive on his own, he left the man's care. Mostly for his mentor's sake than for his own, it was clear that the trainings really took their toll on the man. Talhar didn't cry, waved or hugged...he simply looked at the man and smiled before bowing his head gently. More wasn't needed to pass on his emotions and thoughts.



Personality: He is a cheerful and reliable man, doesn't shy away from hard work or to speak his mind. Enjoying a good laugh, drink, smoke and anything else that brings the people in a good mood, he lives life to the fullest, or at least tries to. Even after he lost his lefteye in a hardearned escape from an ambush he still doesn't sulk or brood. He accepts most things that happened in the past for what they are. He dislikes dwelling in the past but knows that to move on, sometimes you just have to look back into the past. To learn from your mistakes and to help improve yourself.

My Magic I Use{

Wind Magic
Summoning of Vive Oreson

How I fight?: Talhar usually uses both his Wind Magic and his swordfighting skills in a fight. He doesn't shy away from fighting dirty or anything alike either. He normally keeps his head cool during combat although if he sees a comrade fall he can potentially lose his grip on selfcontrol and fight without a clear mind. He has limited abilities with both wind magic and swordfighting as of yet but he is a devout trainée and constantly looks for ways to improve himself.


Why am I a Rebel? For the greater good.

How I became a Rebel...

Having left his mentor years ago, Talhar travelled the world constantly. But no matter where he went, there was always poverty, famine and lawless behaviour around. He only settled in small cities temporarily, enjoying life while working part-time jobs to pay for his rent and food. He didn't neglect his training though, whenever he could spare the time, he trained diligently and was his own greatest critic. Never pleased, never satisfied, he continued to work on his magic and melee skills. He had been living in a certain small town for the past few months when a stranger approached him during his training. The stranger preached wise words and asked for Talhar's assistance in combating the opressing, current regime. " It is time for change, time for freedom. " The man said. Talhar requested some time to think but in his heart he already knew he was going to join the cause, so after a little while he approached the stranger who had been waiting for an answer. Talhar told him he accepted and that's the start of his life as an outlaw rebel.

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